"Cough cough..." Another middle-aged man coughed twice before speaking. "Then we'll only deduct from that one person, we're not going to live through hardship with him. Speaking of which, we used to run to the border, and do we have to miscalculate whenever we see someone older? Did you forget the old man who came here last time, smoking cigarettes even better than those our boss smokes? Haha!"
"Right, I'm saying, boss, can't you switch to better cigarettes? After all, we're working with you, and it reflects on you too..."
The person who took over the conversation was interrupted halfway, as a voice came from outside the main entrance: "Anyone buying scrap here? No one around?"
"Coming, coming!" A younger man with a limp hurried over. "Selling something? I'll open the door right away."
"Old White, follow and take a look, make sure it's not someone selling stolen goods again," the elder next to Chief Pi spoke.
"Okay!" The coughing middle-aged man agreed and walked outside.
